I removed my coat, so I was standing there wearing nothing but the bustier, thong, stockings, and heels. He held me tight as we kissed, and I felt so ...uch like I was his. I was his toy, his plaything. I would have done anything he asked at this moment. I was his girl. I pulled his shirt off up over his head and then began to unbutton his pants. I could see his cock bulging through his jeans and it was making me hungry for it. I rubbed it through his pants a little and then got on my knees as I. They kissed very passionately, and they were really getting warmed up. I felt like 'a spare part at a wedding' out of place and very embarrassed.Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Mandy went to the door to answer it. A gruff voice said, "I thought you'd never answer it, where the hell were you?"Mandy greeted him like a long lost family, and soon arrived back in the parlour with the guy in tow, or rather he had her in tow as she was wrapped around him like ivy."This is Chris," she said. 'I could use thisas leverage to get out of my chastity device for a while' was the firstthought that came to mind, but I quickly brushed it away. I wasn't goingto have it on forever and I could bear it in exchange for something moreimportant or lasting. My head swirled with possible ideas and'repayments', each more exciting and enticing than the last. My stomachbegan to gurgle with hunger."Do I need to decide what my reward is now?" I asked in an attempt toseem interested but not overly. Had she used Peter’s jealousy to justify spending more time with her first real boyfriend?John was too hospitable, she thought, too loving and too addictive. She had gone back to Peter, yes, but too late: she selfishly had stayed too long with John. Those thoughts weighed heavily and depressed her.The second weekend in October Claire was making her bed on Saturday morning, when she heard Mary’s shout.“Mum! Where are you?”“Up here, hold on, I’m coming down.”Mary had begun making coffee when.